Meera~"From now on, when I will come back from work I want you on this bed naked your ass up, dripping wet and waiting for me".I curled up and heard him leave my room. He didn't waste single moment after claiming me again. My entire body ached. My thighs trembled, my skin burned where he had held me too tightly, and between my legs… I felt the slow trickle of warmth, the unmistakable evidence of his possession.A sob tore through my chest and tears fell from my eyes. Why did I let this happen again? Wasn't last night enough to break apart that today and from now on every day. And the worst part I will let him touch me again and again, I want it. Yes last night shouldn't have happened like this but that doesn't mean I don't crave him. My lips still tingled from his kisses, my skin still burned from his touch, and my body my traitorous body still craved him.He hated me. I knew that. He had told me that so many times. So why did he keep coming back? Why did he touch me like I was
Meera~"You better behave like an Oberoi, wife" he said against my bare shoulder and placed a chaste kiss on my skin, causing my body to tingle with sparks. I felt the cold metal against my neck as he wrapped the beautiful diamond necklace around my neck, making my look complete. I am wearing beautiful maroon gown with wide flare from mid waist, my hair are made in a sleek high bun, makeup bold with red lipstick, my amber eyes looking more fiery in khol. I guess I look pretty, it's not that anyone is here to tell me that I look pretty, and since my husband hasn't made any comment about my look, so I guess I look fine. I took deep breaths and with a confident poise I walked out of my room and climbed downstairs. I got inside the limousine, my husband was seated on the other side, doing something in his phone. I looked outside watching the busy streets if London. For past four days I have been working for this gala, I just hope everything goes well I really don't want to disappoin
Meera~"He is here, madame" . My heart thrummed inside my chest in anticipation and ignoring my ex-bestfriend I walked out of the restroom. The gala was in full swing, guests were enjoying themselves, soft yet sophisticated music was playing and my eyes landed on my husband who was talking with his business associates. Thank God, I don't have his attention right now. "Meera, I am glad you didn't messed up my annual gala" abram's grandmother stopped me in midst and I could see something close to appreciation in her old eyes. My heart soared. "Thank you, mummy it means a lot to me" I said but she just gave me a curt nod and soom engulfed herself with other people not caring to introduce me. But its fine, I don't care right now I have more important thing to do. The most important thing which will blow up media, which will generate murmurs within the guests, which will create chaos in my family. But I have to do it, for his sake. Grabbing the flare of my gown, hopping it up a litt
Abram~ "You will apologize to my wife in front of the media tomorrow," I said, my voice firm and devoid of any emotion. What she did tonight to my wife was a mistake—no, it was a fucking sin. She slapped my wife in front of the whole world without even thinking of the consequences. She looked at me, mouth agape, with her stormy blue eyes brimming with tears. "You are asking your mother to apologize to the bitch of your wife in front of the whole world, Abram?" she stated, disbelief evident in her trembling voice. I gulped down the lump forming in my throat. I could feel my insides crumbling, but I held myself together. I didn't want to do this, but I had to. "You should have thought about raising your hands on my wife in front of the whole world, Mom." She broke down in tears, and my heart shattered at the sight. Fuck. I walked toward her and took my mom in my arms. "How could you disrespect me like this, Abram? Did you forget what she did? She brought that man to the party. T
Meera~I curled my body and clutched the blanket as warmth seeped inside me, giving me all the comfort in this world.Suddenly, I felt someone caressing my forehead. The warm fingers felt good and comforting. Is this Mama? Did she come here because I got sick, just like old times?"Meera," I heard the familiar voice, but it didn't belong to Mama. Frowning and groaning, I opened my eyes, only to meet the brown eyes of Abram's grandmother.I sat upright on the bed and smoothed my hair. I knew she didn't like anyone being messy."I am sorry, Mummy. I just feel a little sick. Do you need anything? I will get it for you," I said hastily, anxiety bubbling inside me."Meera, calm down, child," she said, her voice calm, but I was still anxious until she put her hand on my cheek and caressed it gently.I looked at her, confused. Why is she behaving so sweetly with me? She smiled at me with nothing but pure affection, just as she did for Abram."I just came here to check up on you," she said. E
Meera~"Don't cry, Meera I am fine now it was just a little accident" Ian assured with soothing words but I wasn't having it, I was hysterical. I can't control it. "I could have lose you, Ian and I can't afford that ever" I said with trembling voice and he cupped my cheeks before taking me into his arms, rocking me back and forth. "I am sorry I couldn't come that day" I said with sorrow in my voice, because I know what happened that night. "You could have come but he didn't let you did he? " He asked more than in a statement of fact and he is not wrong. I just sighed. Today I finally decided to gather some courage and came to Ian's dorm room to meet him and thank god he is well now. "Did you kick your bitch mother-in-law's ass Meera? " He asked and I chuckeled shaking my head in a no. "She apologized in front of media that's enough of kicking her ass I guess" I said and we both chuckled as if iy is the most funniest joke.I take out cherry pies box which I made for him because t
Meera~What have I become? How can I do this to my own sister? How can I enjoy his touch and crave it all the time? Why can't I feel disgust when he touches me, even after knowing that he is just using me? I am nothing more than a sex toy for him. He still hates me; when he is not touching me, he makes it very clear.I am losing control, but was I ever in control when it came to him? Can't I just let myself loose within his touch? No, I can't. The guilt will always be with me.I just want him to grasp my hand and never leave.I leaned my head against the cold glass wall of the bathroom as the burning hot water poured over me, making me realize that I should burn. I deserve to burn forever.I stayed under the shower, cleaning myself from the sin, and when I burned myself enough, I got up from the floor. Grabbing the washed towel, I wrapped it around my body.Before getting out of the bathroom, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, and my eyes widened. Ever since Abram claimed me t
Meera~"No, it's fine, Derek. Her husband is here to help her," he said, and I took a deep breath while halting my movements."Well, I will let you husband and wife to it then. I am starving, so bring it out fast," Derek said before leaving us. Abram walked toward me.I could see his veiny arms and smooth yet rough hands grabbing the casserole. "You don't have to do it. I will take it out," I said.His body brushed against mine, and a surge of electricity ran through me at his touch. I could feel his hot breath on my neck."Well, I am a good husband, ain't I? And I would like it to be that way," he said and walked out.I bit my lip. "I wish you were a good husband, Abram," I whispered to his retreating back.Soon, I joined the guests and sat on the empty chair beside Gia, who was Derek's girlfriend, because my husband's assistant sat beside him.I started to eat my food without indulging in their conversations, as they did not involve me. My husband didn’t care to include me either—he
Meera~I turned to leave, but before I could take another step, a firm grip on my wrist yanked me back with force. My breath hitched as my back collided with his hard chest. His scent-masculine, expensive, intoxicating-surrounded me, making my head spin. "You think you can challenge me, sweetheart?" Abram's voice was low, dangerous, and entirely too enticing for my own good. I swallowed, keeping my chin high, refusing to cower under his intense gaze. "I don't think, Abram. I know." A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, his breath hot against my ear. "So my pigeon has Finally got wings" His fingers trailed down my arm, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. I scoffed, pretending my body wasn't betraying me "are you plotting another torture for me, dear husband? "I twisted my wrist, but he didn't let go. If anything, his grip tightened, his other hand coming to rest on my waist. "You are playing with my patience wife, be careful I might burn you in this game" he murmured, h
Meera~"Just because I am fucking her doesn't mean I will ruin my peaceful sleep at night, right, wife?"My eyes welled up, and I bit my lip hard to keep myself from crying in front of this obnoxious jerk who uttered those words.So, he can fuck me whenever he wants, but he can't ruin his peaceful sleep—yet he can ruin me?"Language, Abram," Mummy gritted out, and I glared at him, wishing I could wipe that smug look off his handsome, infuriating face.I heard a deep sigh and looked at Mummy; she seemed irritated. "You two are married, and now I have to teach you marriage rules," she said in a weary tone.Should I tell her that her grandson kicked me out of his bedroom on the very first night of our wedding? I glanced at him with spite. No—I would never let anyone know the sham of my marriage."I want both of you in the same room starting tomorrow. And I want no excuses. Clear your minds tonight, and tomorrow, Meera, I want you in his room," she declared, and I frowned. She can't just
Meera~"Your scream that's all I want to hear right now, pigeon"."Leave me" I uttered and a smirk formed on his mouth and a scream tore through my mouth as I found myself deep in water. I gasped for air and removed droplers of water from my eyes "Abram" I cried at his audacity. Fucking bastard. He chuckeked and dived in the pool drenching himself. Wgat has gotten into him. His gaze roamed over my body and suddenly I feel exposed even being fully clothed. I found myself involuntarily walking back with each step he took towards me with a Mission on his mind until my vack hit the cold railing of pool. His hard chest touched mine and a shaky breath escape from my mouth causing my breast to swell against his chest. "Abram" I whispered his name as he trailed his fingers on the swell of my breast and a small growl reverberated through his chest. The intensity of his hot gaze was causing sweet throbbing between my legs, I could feel warmth pooling in my panty. "This fucking bastard of
Meera~"May I have a dance with you young lady? " I heard the voice that sent chill down my spine my heart thrummed inside my chest rapidly and I couldn't move a single muscle, I was frozen. I felt his dirty old hand stroking my arm, which made me feel as if bugs are crawling on my skin nothing like my husband's touch. Slowly I spun around and came face to face with the face I loath and hate more than anything in this world. He grinned with his yellow teeth "Uncle robert" I whispered his name and saw his eyes darkened "you will dance with me child? " He asked and I couldn't do anything. As if all my powers are snatched, and all the memories of my past rushed back in my mind and I looked around searching for my husband. I need him. My eyes landed on Abram and he was talking to some woman, laughing heartily. My heart broke, why did I even try to go away from him when he isn't even coming to me. My insides burn with jealousy , I want to drag that bitch away from my husband. God, I
Meera~I was fourteen desperate to get away from my family with my mamma. Because I couldn't bear it anymore. My mother's pain, her screams her cries everything was painful. Father's brutality was getting out of hand. Sometimes he would hit me too, he hated the mere sight of me. I don't know what I did wrong, other than being born but I as far as I remember I have always tried my best to be like my sister. Like intelligent, I would starve myself so that I could lose my weight, I did everything but I could never satisfy him. He was an angel father to my sister, he never show her his real side to chaorlette. She never got to know his true colors. I was trapped in that house and I had to get out anyhow and that's when I met Raya. We bonded over trauma, she became my bestfriend, she became the part of our group. But she also fell in love with me. And I could never love her in that way. But desperation got the worst out of me, I knew she wanted to get away from her home too and she
Abram~"You might have forgotten Charlotte, Abram but I didn't".I threw flower vase against the wall causing it to shatter into pieces, making the flowers to crumble just like me as her words echoed in my ear. How fucking dare she. Her ambers, those fucking ambers, they scream emotion which I feel so deeply. "Charlotte"My eyes blurred as I whispered the name of the woman who was supposed to be my wife, with whom I was supposed to spend my life time with. But she is dead, buried beneath six feet of soil. She is no more here, her warm smile her sparkly blue eyes, her sweetness nothing is here. I can't feel her, but I feel her. My wife, I feel her in me all the time, she is fire and flesh that engulf me yet never burns me. "You might have forgotten Charlotte, Abram but I didn't".Her words echoed again and again, but I couldn't bring myself to regret touching her. No, I haven't forget Charlotte I can never. But my present has blurred my past, and Charlotte was my past and Meera
Meera~"No, it's fine, Derek. Her husband is here to help her," he said, and I took a deep breath while halting my movements."Well, I will let you husband and wife to it then. I am starving, so bring it out fast," Derek said before leaving us. Abram walked toward me.I could see his veiny arms and smooth yet rough hands grabbing the casserole. "You don't have to do it. I will take it out," I said.His body brushed against mine, and a surge of electricity ran through me at his touch. I could feel his hot breath on my neck."Well, I am a good husband, ain't I? And I would like it to be that way," he said and walked out.I bit my lip. "I wish you were a good husband, Abram," I whispered to his retreating back.Soon, I joined the guests and sat on the empty chair beside Gia, who was Derek's girlfriend, because my husband's assistant sat beside him.I started to eat my food without indulging in their conversations, as they did not involve me. My husband didn’t care to include me either—he
Meera~What have I become? How can I do this to my own sister? How can I enjoy his touch and crave it all the time? Why can't I feel disgust when he touches me, even after knowing that he is just using me? I am nothing more than a sex toy for him. He still hates me; when he is not touching me, he makes it very clear.I am losing control, but was I ever in control when it came to him? Can't I just let myself loose within his touch? No, I can't. The guilt will always be with me.I just want him to grasp my hand and never leave.I leaned my head against the cold glass wall of the bathroom as the burning hot water poured over me, making me realize that I should burn. I deserve to burn forever.I stayed under the shower, cleaning myself from the sin, and when I burned myself enough, I got up from the floor. Grabbing the washed towel, I wrapped it around my body.Before getting out of the bathroom, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, and my eyes widened. Ever since Abram claimed me t
Meera~"Don't cry, Meera I am fine now it was just a little accident" Ian assured with soothing words but I wasn't having it, I was hysterical. I can't control it. "I could have lose you, Ian and I can't afford that ever" I said with trembling voice and he cupped my cheeks before taking me into his arms, rocking me back and forth. "I am sorry I couldn't come that day" I said with sorrow in my voice, because I know what happened that night. "You could have come but he didn't let you did he? " He asked more than in a statement of fact and he is not wrong. I just sighed. Today I finally decided to gather some courage and came to Ian's dorm room to meet him and thank god he is well now. "Did you kick your bitch mother-in-law's ass Meera? " He asked and I chuckeled shaking my head in a no. "She apologized in front of media that's enough of kicking her ass I guess" I said and we both chuckled as if iy is the most funniest joke.I take out cherry pies box which I made for him because t